Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sudan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Interpol to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Lakeside,
Heaven 17,
Jimmy McGriff,
Saccharine Trust,
The Modern Lovers,
Barry Ungar,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blancmange,
Intrusion,
Arcadia,
One Last Wish,
Kurtis Blow,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed,
Juan Atkins,
Mission of Burma,
Chris Corsano,
Warsaw,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Urselle,
Supertramp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skaos,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Janne Schatter,
Yellowson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Newcleus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tommy Roe,
The Birthday Party,
Throbbing Gristle,
Charles Mingus,
Fatback Band,
Pylon,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moody Blues,
the Human League,
The Busters,
Whodini,
Anthony Braxton,
The Names,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New York Dolls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
Absolute Body Control,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
JFA,
Bobby Womack,
Tomorrow,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.